48: _quarrelling with_] _quibbling:— what_ or _quibbling without_ Jackson conj. 56: _dear_] _clear_ Lloyd conj. _suited_] _sorted_ Jackson conj. 61: _cheer’st_] Ff Q3 Q4. _cherst_ Q2. _far’st_ Q1. 63: _Bassanio’s_] _Bassiano’s_ F1 F2. 68, 69: _mean it, then In_] _meane it, then In_ Q1. _meane it, it In_ Q2. _meane it, it Is_ Ff. _meane it, In_ Q3 Q4. _merit it, In_ Pope. _moan, it is In_ Staunton conj. 74, 75: Q1 ends the lines at _me...wife_. 75: _a wife_] Ff Q3 Q4. _wife_ Q1 Q2. 79: _pray thee_] _prithee_ Q1. 80: _howsoe’er_] _howsoere_ Q1. _how so ere_ Q3 Q4. _how so mere_ Q2. _how som ere_ F1 F2. _howsom ere_ F3. _howsome’re_ F4. _’mong_] _’mongst_ F4. 81: _digest_] Ff. _disgest_ Qq. [Exeunt] Ff Q3 Q4. [Exit Q1 Q2. ~~~~~ ACT IV. SCENE I. _Venice. A court of justice._ _Enter the_ DUKE, _the_ Magnificoes, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, GRATIANO, SALERIO, _and others_. _Duke._ What, is Antonio here? _Ant._ Ready, so please your Grace. _Duke._ I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty 5 From any dram of mercy. _Ant._ I have heard Your Grace hath ta’en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy’s reach, I do oppose 10 My patience to his fury; and am arm’d To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his. _Duke._ Go one, and call the Jew into the court. _Saler._ He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord. 15 _Enter_ SHYLOCK. _Duke._ Make room, and let him stand before our face Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead’st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then ’tis thought Thou’lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange 20 Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; And where thou now exact’st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor merchant’s flesh, Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, But, touch’d with human gentleness and love, 25 Forgive a moiety of the principal; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, That have of late so huddled on his back, Enow to press a royal merchant down, And pluck commiseration of his state 30 From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train’d To offices of tender courtesy. We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.